I say all the time that I never, ever should have had kids. Ever. 1) At 46, I still don't even know who I am. Thanks BPD. 2) I am far too selfish. 3) Barely, if at all felt the bonding that -should- take place. 4) Can't afford it. 5)Just... no.

I ask myself how different my life would have been had I just never, ever made those particular choices. Why I did and the circumstances of a teenage pregnancy will definitely be things to bring up with the new therapist, I'm sure. But if I had it to do over again?

No. Way.